Novel & Cerita My Possessive Mafia

"Then why is your pulse racing? Why are your nipples hard against your shirt? Why can I smell how wet you are right now?" I gasped, scandalized yet turned on beyond belief. "You're disgusting." "Maybe," he agreed, pulling back to look me in the eye. "But I'm also right. Your body knows who it belongs to, even if you're too stubborn to admit it." Part of me knew I was playing with fire. Dante wasn't just any man – he was the heir to a mafia empire, the leader of a motorcycle club, and apparently, intensely possessive of things he considered his.

he said. I picked up the contract, throwing him a side eye. I didn't trust a word he said. I read the contract for loopholes until I finally found it. A dark chuckle slipped past my lips. I slammed the contract down on the table. "I'm not like your silly little henchmen. This contract says I'll be your property for fifteen years. Must have been a nice thought, right? To label me as property of Vittore Martinelli. It says nothing about the old contract being null. I'd still be mafia property hence once again, yours. I'm not naïve. I know the only way out of a mafia is death. I don't need your bogus contract. I'm getting out of here myself," I said my British accent thick.

I said out loud. "What do you mean 'dealing place'?" I questioned as he chuckled "Well they are in the mafia sweetheart so they need some place they can own which they already do. So anyway, they also wanted this one." He said and rubbed his forehead. "but it's yours." I said in confusion as he laughed. "you don't know them Sophie they own the whole damn country," he snapped as I stood up. "I promise I'll get it back." I said as he scoffed and muttered a low 'good luck'.

The uncomfortable chair and cheap table didn’t bother him as much as the thoughts running through his head. Armani del Rossi was no ordinary man. He ruled his world from the shadows, the name “Del Rossi” whispered with fear and reverence across continents. He was a mafia lord—a ruthless, calculating figure who commanded loyalty through power and fear. Possession was his creed. Control was his doctrine. And anything he wanted, he took.

Chiara Moretti Alessandro stared down at me, his jaw tight. "You say that now," he said, and took a step toward me. "But you do not understand what you are asking for, Chiara. The mafia world is not a boardroom. It is not about signing papers or making smart investments. It is a world built on blood, loyalty, and extreme violence. It is filled with people who will not hesitate to cut your throat just to send a message."

They took care of the business for me while I was unavailable for a certain amount of time, and they have done well increasing our race’s wealth and power. ‘Dimitri, do you have good news for me?’ I asked, my anxiety still lingering just on the surface of my skin. ’Su-Anateph,’ he answered, preferring to use my title whenever we communicate privately, but in public, he uses the familial term, ‘brother.’ ‘I have promising leads earlier. I found that these werewolves now operate as a mafia,’ he shared and my forehead creased. Mafia? As in mobsters of the modern society?

He sighs, his hands clasping my wrists, restraining my abusive outburst towards him. "As I previously stated, you are my property, and I reserve the right to do with you as I please." He hisses in my ear. "You will always belong to the Mafia, your crimes will forever bind you to us for the rest of your life," he says with amusement. I take a step back from him, yanking my hands-free from his embrace, and pick up the gun again, cocking it back and aiming it directly at his head. Attempting a bullseye shot..

“It belongs to maybe some criminal group or family from Xafran. A mafia maybe.” Morana cringed her face at my words as if that was the most outrageous thing she had ever heard. “Mafia? MAFIA! This logo cannot belong to anyone. It has an existence of its own and comes only to those who it chooses for its plans. Plans that lead to doom,” Morana said. “Plan?” I asked.

Emilio said menacingly. “You can’t do that. I did my research. That man owns almost all of New York, Chicago, and other important states in the U.S. Not only does he own those hotspots, but he also owns all of Ibiza. He is cordial with almost all the mafia organizations, or he threatened them to be on his side. It would be a losing game.” “Fuck!” Emilio cursed.

Their professional lives eroded our family. They always tried to pacify me that I should move with them but I didn't like this idea as It would create a distance between me and Kiara. My known one's always considered me a saint by my behaviour and only I know what type of saint I am ! No one can ever think that a boy like me can indulge in Mafia . MAFIA .. YES ,Mafia. I am the leader of a mafia community which was recently inherited by my father because of my extra capabilities.